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"Lacrimosa: the Ominous Portentous Siren Tune Blows"

You really think that it's far and
     not near

(the liars have strewn you out);

healvens not close but Hel is
       here

(open eyes-sewn shut and peer)

So, bang Your head against all
   that You Believe in

    (foolishly lie to Yourself);

pretend... go ahead, I dare You,
but You won't change shit in the
   end

An pinch of Salt over the shoulder
  for luck; maybe some smeared
 blood on the post to keep it away,
but when the man in the mask and
nothing within comes around, You'll
   still fucking pay

    Lament the day of Lacrimosa

(it's more nigh now than You want to
think);

every now and then Your eyes blink
   to see the true meaning against
      imposed restraints

Feel the wynds blowing over Your
cold shoulders from the wyngs of
the ones waiting in the regions just
outside of the farthest reaches of
      the light...

There are no variables; exchanges -

Ha, ha, ha... there are none when
   it's all said and done

When it's all done and the records
   being read...

 Just throw an pinch of Salt over the
shoulder for luck (go ahead); maybe
some smeared blood on the post to
 keep it away, but when the man in
the mask and nothing within comes
    around You'll still fucking pay

    Lament the day of Lacrimosa

(it's more nigh now than You want to think);

every now and then Your eyes blink to see
   the true meaning against the imposed
    restraints...

Of what we all feel (and fear); we were
told the truth is out there and it can set
us free if we follow the path straight and
close our eyes to everything real or else

(if we only Believe - so let's all burn an
candle and say a silent whisper to the
   scheme)

  But I say, "FUUUCCCKKK THAAATTT,"
 I'll throw that shit over my shoulder and...

 When the man in the mask and nothing
within comes around, Him I'll fucking pay

And not lament the day of Lacrimosa (weeping)

(it's more nigh now than what we want to think);

  because my eyes have blinked enough to see
the true meaning against the imposed restraints...

So that one by one I've my stitches plucked-out
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